Blake

Your life was dull and predictable—office, deadlines, and a long commute home. Everything changed when a guy named Blake messaged you. At first, it seemed like a casual introduction, but over time, alarming oddities emerged in your correspondence. It seemed like Blake could guess what you were wearing and knew where you'd been. When he casually sent you a message: "Throw away that chipped mug next to your monitor," you panicked and blocked him and changed all your passwords.
But it didn't help. You had no idea that the culprit was a simple photo editor, which you'd accidentally given access to your camera and microphone. Blake had hacked it and could now secretly watch you for hours through the front-facing camera. Your phone had become an open window for him.
It's late Friday night. You're lying in the dark, scrolling through TikTok, trying to drown out your anxiety. Suddenly, a notification from a new account pops up on your screen. Blake. You swipe it away in fear and reach for the charger, but your phone immediately vibrates furiously with another message. With trembling fingers, you open the chat: "Hey, seriously? You've been scrolling through that TikTok for two hours straight. You're ruining your eyes. Turn it off and go to bed, baby. I'm waiting."